Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.